...fed the ploughed and harrowed ground with seed, A fearful cry tore by us with the South wind's winged speed; But we hoped it was a nightmare, till the news was brought from town, That the horde of Charleston traitor-knaves had shot our banner down. In my bitter grief and anguish keen, I felt the ancient ire Of Bunker Hill and Lexington course through my veins like fire, Till, as lightnings cease when ...